"Eyes, angel," he pants, too worked up to get out more. "So close."

Above me, he stiffens and lets out a hoarse gasp. His face contorts into something mesmerizing and beautiful. Hot cum fills my mouth and even though I'm expecting it, I jolt in surprise. I work down a hard swallow. A warm rush of arousal sizzles between my thighs. Never have I gotten so turned on giving a guy head. Wyatt's fingers grip my chin, his blue eyes searching mine.

"Thank you."

That he thanks me so honestly, twists my insides. This big, powerful man could hold me down and force me to do whatever he wanted. Yet he's always so gentle with me. Sweet even. A side of him that belongs only to me.

Suddenly, he swings me up into his powerful arms. A giggle works out of me and I kiss his sweaty chest, then lick my way to his neck.

"Give me a second," he groans.

My body hums in anticipation as he lays me out on the bed. I know we're not finished yet.

"Please," I beg. I never thought I'd want someone to do what I'm asking. Or enjoy it so much. But I need it.

He kneels between my legs. "Ask me again."

Something dark and urgent sparks in his eyes making me shiver.

"Please put your mouth on my pussy."

"You kill me," he mumbles. His head dips down, tongue licking from my opening to clit. My fingers run through his short, soft hair and he shivers.

Feeling brave, I brush my fingertips over his cheek. "Get to know that pussy well, Wyatt. It's the only one you're getting from now on," I whisper, echoing his earlier words.

He stops and grins up at me. "About fucking time you admit it. Arms over your head, Angel Face. Stretch out your beautiful body for me. Let me see what's mine."

With him, I forget I even have scars. He accepts all of me. Always has. I don't hesitate to do as he asks. We established a long time ago, I'll do anything Wyatt wants. He waits until my fingertips touch the headboard before resuming his sensual torture. First, he works his fingers over my slippery flesh, teasing me with hard pressure, but not entering me or touching my aching clit. He pauses and hooks my legs over his thick shoulders. My body squirms under his intense gaze.

Finally, his tongue's on me. Swirling, tasting, licking.

He lifts his head, grinning at me. "Too much?"

"No."

It is too much though. I'm scared. He has me so wound up, afraid to let go. Afraid I can't let go.

He presses soft kisses against my inner thighs, then tongues my outer lips. His hand presses down against my lower stomach, holding me in place, while his tongue drives me crazy. He works into a perfect rhythm of kissing and licking every part of me before finally sucking softly on my clit. I squirm and pant. One finger slips inside and I let out a curse.

"Shhh. Stop fighting me. Relax."

Relax. As if that's possible with his tongue working my clit, his fingers fucking my pussy and his hand pressing me down into the mattress.

"Wy-oh, shit. Wyatt! What are you doing to me?"

"Let go for me, Angel Face."

My eyes screw shut with the unbearable pressure. Sensations pulse behind my eyelids. "I can't," I gasp.

He makes a humming noise against my clit that sends me spiraling higher.

"Yes, come for me."

Words are beyond me, I'm trying so hard to follow what he's doing, to go where he's leading me.

"Stop trying. Relax. Just feel."

Feel? It feels fucking amazing and my body finally unlocks. "Yes."

"Good girl."

I give myself over to the wonderful sensations, fingers pulsing in and out, pressure, his mouth over my clit, sucking, tongue licking. One or all of those things send me over.

"Eyes," he commands.

My eyes pop open right as the orgasm crashes over me. I gasp and cry out, my hips bucking off the mattress. My vision goes white, as his mouth seals over my pussy, licking and sucking everything.

"Holy fuck," I manage to get out.

He climbs up my body with a smug smile on his glistening lips. "Fucking beautiful, Trinity."

My breathing's still ragged. Heart racing. "What did you do to me?"

"Babe, it's really what you did for me. Feeling like a superhero now."

I tap his chest with my fist. "You nut."

"Yup. Come here." He gathers me close, trailing gentle touches over my body. "You're all pink and pretty," he whispers against my neck.

"I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life." I'm still blown away.

He nuzzles and licks at my neck. "Good."

I'm drifting in and out, when Wyatt's arms tighten around me. "You're mine. No more hiding. No more denying. Gonna tell the whole club at church," he whispers against my hair. He says it very matter of fact, as if the commitment he's proposing is the easiest thing in the world. As if it won't cause a shit storm of problems for him.

As a reflex, I start to shake my head, but his arms band around me tighter. "Stop fighting it, Trinity. I'll take care of everything. Promise. You're mine," he says again.

Sweet mercy, I want it to be true. But I'm terrified.

My girl's all worn out. I love watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way. In an I-can't-believe-she's-finally-mine way. Having the cast off is newfound freedom. I haven't gotten through half the positions I've been planning to fuck her in yet.

Time for fucking around with our relationship is over.

I slip out the door, making sure to close it as quietly as possible.

Trin's been nervous since I told her I'm making my announcement. Tough. She's had plenty of time to get used to the idea.

"Can we talk?" I ask when I find Rock.

He nods, and we step into the war room.

"Door open or closed?" he asks and I shrug.

"I'm making my announcement at church."

His face breaks into a huge grin. First time I've seen him smile since Hope left. "Thank fuck."

He pulls me in for quick hug, slapping my back.

"I'm sorry. I know with you and Hope, it's shit timing."

"Brother, it's a long fucking time coming. I'm happy for both of you." And I know he genuinely means it.

"Thanks. I want to announce it in front of everyone, then take a vote."

He doesn't need me to explain why. "You got it."

His phone buzzes and his face undergoes a major transformation as he reads the text.

"Everything okay?"

He swallows hard. "It's Hope. She wants to see me."

The optimism in his eyes tells me all I need to know.

"Go bring her home, brother."

He slaps me on the shoulder and is out the door. I barely make it out of the war room before I hear his bike roar to life.

Z walks in shaking his head. "Where's he off to in such a fuckin' hurry?"

"Hope's"

"About fuckin' time."

Trinity meets us in the living room. All groggy and messy-haired from sleep, she's fuckin' beautiful. "Hope's coming back?"

"If not, we all better steer clear of him." No one laughs at my joke.

Trinity's face screws up. "I'm gonna get dressed and run down to Ward's to grab a few things so we can celebrate."

"Take Hoot with you," I say.

"You got it." She leans up and presses a kiss on my cheek.

"Christ, it will be nice to get back to normal," Z says as he throws himself on the couch.

"What's normal around here?"

He shrugs and smirks at the same time. "I dunno. Worrying about dead bodies gettin' pulled out of the Hudson?"

"That ain't funny, bro. I gotta give Whisper a call and see if anyone's ID'd that body yet."

"Yeah, it'd be nice to find out which fuckin' Viper, so we know if it's our problem or not."

"Amen to that, brother."

Murphy thunders down the stairs. "What's up?"

"Nothin'," Z answers. "I gotta take care of a few things. You good?" he asks me.

"Yeah."

Z disappears into our office.

Not much later, Rock returns with his girl.

"First lady!" Murphy shouts as soon as he sees her. "You're back," he says as he picks her up. Rock's so happy he's not even breaking Murphy's arms for touching his woman like that.

"I am," she answers through happy giggles.

She turns her big green eyes on me, and I'll admit, I'm happy to see her. "Missed you, sugar," I say as I drop a kiss on her head.

She gives me a curious look. Whatever she was going to say vanishes. "Your cast is finally off!" she shouts.

"Yup."

I'm stunned when she throws her arms around me for a fierce hug.

Teller pops in out of nowhere. "Glad to see you, Hope. Prez has been miserable without you."

"Fuck off," Rock growls at him.

I should probably feel a little guilty about that whole set up.

"Hey, sweetheart," Z calls as he steps out of the office. They share a hug and Z whispers something in her ear.

"Where's Trinity?" she asks, looking around the room.

Avoiding you. "She ran out for some supplies. She was hoping she'd be back before you got here."

Hope glances at Rock.

"I wasn't fucking around. You were coming back with me one way or another."

"I guess so."

He leans own to whisper in her ear and her cheeks flame pink.